the Prince and the Punk

"You okay Jacky?" Alex asks, looking the other man's eyes deeply as he searches for an awnswer. Jack frowns and turns away, continuing toward Alex's sizeable home (not a mansion by any means, but far more space than Alex would need). "Please tell me!" Alex pleads following after Jack, only catching up with him when he reaches the locked door.
Alex sighs and unlocks the door, allowing his boyfriend in. Jack goes in, his movement almost robotic, and his angelic face still bitter. "Please!" Alex begs, following the man as he slips of his shoes and jacket and goes to plop down on the leather couch.

Jack, finally, acknowledges Alex, only by turning to him and furrowing his brows deeper. Alex frowns back at him, thinking hard. Alex's lips crash to Jack's and he kisses the other man passionately and roughly. Alex's fists ball in the front of Jack's shirt and he pulls the man closer, continuing to kiss his soft lips. Jack swats him away when the realization that they were making out hits him. He was still rather upset with Alex.

The smaller man huffs and collapses next to Jack, his arms crossed across his chest and a frown gracing his lips. "I'd really like it if you'd tell me why you're mad," he mumbles.

"You called me stupid," Jack admits, feeling the anger pooling in his stomach again.
Alex looks at him quizzically. "What do you mean i called you stupid?"

"You told me not to think to hard because it looked like smoke was about to come out of my ears," Jack says bitterly. "And, incase you didn't realize it, that translates to calling someone stupid." Jack glares at Alex who looks genuinely surprised.

"Did-did it come out as rude?" Alex asks with large innocent eyes.

"Obviously."

"I didn't mean it to sound like that!" Alex insists. "I though that I was being funny, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Forgive me?"

Jack tries to force back a grin. Alex was really cute when he felt bad. "Apology accepted," Jack caves, leaning forward and kissing Alex. "Can I stay the night here?" He asks.

"Any time," Alex responds, sounding rather relieved. He was glad the small bump was over. Though, after that fiasco, he was worried about anything that might happen in the future. God knows Jack was stubborn and the paparazzi would be persistent if they had any big spats.

Notes

Hey! No more excuses, I will get my but into gear. And I have all summer now anyway~
I also guess I was nominated for a fanfiction award in the month I didn't get on. So yeah, that was cool, thanks for being the cool people that put me where I am!
In other news I got a job changing my neighbor's pipe today.

Chapter Title Credit:
"Roger Rabbit" by Sleeping with Sirens

xoxo
Dewey